The sky held its blue color as the sun rested high above. A man dressed in plain clothes walked aside his daughter, surrounded by trees and land. He watched with admiration as his daughter skipped along the dirt road. With a smile on her face, the pink-haired daughter hopped and skidded around, her short hair waving. The child was humming a tune.
The man smiled at his daughter's happiness. Unlike him, she had a bubbly personality and always had a smile. She was eccentric, and usually laughed everything off like the child she was.
The wind blew and the trees swayed violently. The little girl nearly was knocked off her feet when the wind blew toward her. Before she could call her father, a voice began to sing.
"Papa?"
The voice of the singer was male, making her turn to her father. When she looked at his lips, she found that he was the one not singing.
"ゆらゆら 揺らめく 波の間に ~"
The insects went silent and the trees's swaying to a stop. The girl stopped moving, looking towards the direction where the wind came from.
Her facial expression was unreadable.
"きらきら 輝く 声はただ揺れ 彼方へと~"
"..Their voices drift into the distance..."
"Papa, can you hear that?" she asked in a low voice, almost in a whisper. She didn't turn to see him. She hoped for reassurance from her father, but he merely replied after a few seconds.
"I don't hear anything. What do you hear, dear?" he replied back, holding his hand out for her.
She frowned, but soon after she brushed it off and grabbed her father's hand, smiling. She had hoped to hear that she wasn't the only one hearing such a beautiful song, but she was disappointed.
"Can't you hear the song, Papa?"
Kura Ume, now 18 years old, shot open where eyes to find herself in a small room. There were bags under her eyes, signifying how much sleep she got. Her hair was disheveled and outgrown, since it hasn't been cut in years. Scars and cuts covered her back, with the more new ones slightly red with pain.. Light embraced her skin from a boarded window.
Music from the stereo played quietly as she stretched and went to her closet. When she opened it, it revealed several outfits: dresses, shirts, skirts, plants, and others. On the side hanging was a plentiful amount of purses and bags. As you hear this, you'd expect she would be living a dream, right?
No, it's the complete opposite.
She was captured and locked inside this small room. It's been two years of the same surroundings and the same activities. When she first awoke in this room, the familiar white paint on the walls made her thought she was home. The bathroom was on the left of the room and the large closet was near the door. This was the same layout as her room, so it should be her home, right?
It was when she found one singular window. The only window in this room was boarded up with metal. Instead of the several windows, she found only one.
It struck to her as odd so she tried to leave the room. But to her surprise, the door was locked. When she peered through the keyhole, she found that the hallway was unusually old and cracked.
This wasn't her home.
She picked out a light brown romper with a white flower designed on it. Finding a dark red wristband and scarf that matched with pink and yellow sparkles, she found herself wearing them. She glanced at the mirror and clipped on her beloved gray clip and put on her small golden hoop earrings that she treasured dearly. She didn't understand why she loved them so, but she shrugged it off as them being attractive. After slipping on some grey slip-ons, she felt a sharp pain in her chest.
"Miss Kura, are you up?" a lady, who she referred to as Silvia because of her silver hair, asked. She jumped when she heard her name called, relieved that it was only her.
"Yeah, Silvia, I'm up and dressed. You can come in."
And with that, a lady around the age of 40 opened the door and revealed a plate of eggs, that was slightly covered in pepper and salt.
"Oh... breakfast." she murmured, "Thank you." She wasn't the least hungry and wished for a drink instead. Silvia placed the plate onto her table, covered with art supplies and books.
"Silvia, may I have a drink of Thai tea with this?" Kura was craving something nice and cold, just like the morning that was rolling by.
"Anything you want, m'lady. Would you want it iced or hot?"
"Iced, please."
Kura sat down in her chair and grabbed the silverware, beginning to eat. She heard the door close shut and the sound of keys jingling. She stared at her breakfast in a daze. She began eating.
A few minutes later, Silvia opened the door again, carrying the soft orange drink. By then, the pain in her stomach had ceased. She thanked her and went back to eating her breakfast, the music in the background filling the silent room. Kura sighed exhaustedly and looked outside the window.
It was when she didn't hear it, everything changed.
The normal sounds of the keys jingling and the sound of the door being locked wasn't present as Silvia left the room. She sat up quietly and checked to see if the door was unlocked.
It was unlocked.
Her ocean eyes widened in surprise and her heartbeats fastened.
= {A/N}
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